you traded sex for a burrito?
just threw up in the bushes outside my lecture hall. sometimes i hate the freedom college gives you.
Sorry I had passed out by this time I think, with the chicken fingers ON my face in my bed, with all the lights on, and ketchup all over.
The problem with having your drunkeness documented at a wedding is not only does it show up all over facebook, but all over professional photography websites.
theyll ask where you are and ill say on a date crying in a sombrero
like that time i did too much ghb at gay pride
BIGGER SANDWIJH COME NIW OR DIE
um, yes. it's my birthday, of course there will be acid.
I like my landing strip. Makes me feel sophisticated.
What you did last night can never be called sophisticated. I don't care how you trim your pubes.
private study room at the lib turned into byob study room. that turned into battle royale and eric impaling his leg on a pen.
Officially crunch time. It's my last year of grad school and I've yet to get blown in a school library. The parking garage was less than a block away though.
I have this vague feeling that I was involved in a dance off with a homeless man?
I'm spring cleaning all of the fuck boys out of my life.
Nothing says "single girl" quite like Pinot Grigio and canned ravioli at 11:30 pm....
My loniness meter has reached its peak. I just played shadow puppets using my Big Mac on the wall with my cats
like I'd leave you in a situation like that..pfft. what kinda friend do you think I am?
...a stoned one.
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